06-06-2008, 07:04 PM
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The male was sitting not far from the pack borders, close to the sea. The beautiful sea. A hand clutched his chest, where he clumsily had attempted to wrap some cloth up so that the bleeding would cease, if only a little bit. Cuts and lesser injuries were spread chaotically on his body. He was tired, so tired. Red spots slowly danced across the scenery for some reason. He was not immortal after all, but that knife that was hidden in the church had been the start of it, and if it had not been for that silly weapon, the coyote would have been dog food by now(This was something he fully believed in, but not an actual fact).
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The male was sitting not far from the pack borders, close to the sea. The beautiful sea. A hand clutched his chest, where he clumsily had attempted to wrap some cloth up so that the bleeding would cease, if only a little bit. Cuts and lesser injuries were spread chaotically on his body. He was tired, so tired. Red spots slowly danced across the scenery for some reason. He was not immortal after all, but that knife that was hidden in the church had been the start of it, and if it had not been for that silly weapon, the coyote would have been dog food by now(This was something he fully believed in, but not an actual fact).
He meant he could hear soft sounds of someone approaching, but his mind could not grasp hold of the thought before it faded away like a butterfly forced away by a violent breath. If it just could stop bleeding. He closed his eyes and sighed. His body ached together with his heartbeats, but he had always found a sick pleasure in pain, no matter how it was obtained, no matter how intense it was. The demon lived for pain, so no wonder. No matter who was the target, it brought forth. He had no choice but to obey, but he knew his wrists would be left alone for quite a while.